Sunday, 20 November 2011
07:19:22 PM (GMT)
Fuck the person next to me.
Fuck the person who skipped reading this entry.
Fuck the person who bothered to read it.
Fuck this table.
Fuck my hair.
Yesterday, I went shopping.
I bought accessories, mostly necklaces.
And Musical rehearsals always make me happy.
And I managed to pig out on Tutti Frutti (Luckily, It's all fat free but the
and I got to make people food.
Then today, I remembered the usual reality of my life.
Nobody needs me, nobody will give a fuck if I died, nobody
actually cares for me, etc, etc, etc. If you read previous entries.
And It hits me.
I'm starting to love my musical family.
Makayla, Rocio, Sophie, Ian, Will, and a bunch of other people like Mollie, Phoebe,
But that's different.
We're supposed to support and depend on each other.
But I have a problem of getting attached.
Like I told Branden on Friday, the guys at the skatepark wouldn't care
if someone ripped their head open in the bowl
but he was like "The friendship here
is very weird
and they're used to seeing that" DAMN YOU I'M TRYING TO PROVE A POINT.
107, 5'1, jiggly fatty.